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"To Stern Critics 

Here's to stern Critics! 

May they some day learn 
The forward lookout's 

Better than the stern! 






Here's to her shadow! 
May it mark the hours 



Upon the sundial of her life- 
in flowers! 



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HAPPY DAYS 



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JOHN CECIL CLAY 





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To Stern Critics 3 

To Her Shadow 4 

To Fashion 9 

To THE Typewriter ii 

The Floor 12 

To Music 15 

To THE Publisher 17 

Here's Looking 19 

The Dove of Peace 21 

To THE Clock 23 

To Hope 25 

To Liberty 27 

Stairs: A Toast 29 

To Lady Nicotine 31 

Oh, Editor, Editor! 33 

To the Creditor 35 

To Neptune 37 

To THE Waiter ." 39 

To Temptation 41 

To the Maid with Fancy Free 43 

To Our Sweethearts 45 

To Our Readers 46 



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FASHION! Lovely Dame! 
Pledge in sparkling wine ! 
Let us add her name 
To the Muses' nine I 




THOUGH the lovely Nin 
All should pass away 
Why should IVoman pine^ 
If but Fashion stay ? 

TUO' the Muses lore 
Molder on the shelf ^ 
Still may She adore 

In Fashion s glass — Herself 



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To 

The Typewriter 

Here's to the Typewriter! 

Health to her type! 
Whether hlond or brunette 

Or budding or ripe. 
If she be the right type 

Be she buxom or sUght, 
When she doesn't type wrong 

She is sure to typewrite. 



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THE FLOOR 

TTERE'S to the floor, 

Our best friend of all, 
Who sticks to us close 

In the time of our fall. 
When benches are fickle 

And tables betray 
And rugs are revolving, 

He meets us half-way. 
Our stay and support. 

When we can't stand alone, 



With the floor for a backer, 

We'll never be thrown. 
Here's to our friend, 

In life's every stage! 
Dry nurse of infancy, 

Wet nurse of age! 
A health to our floor! 

Supporter and stay; 
Though he often be full, 

May he never give way! 





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M u sic 

Here's to Music, 

Joy of joys! 
One man's music's 

Another man's noise. 




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^O THE Publisher!— Brink! 

Let his virtue be shown 
In the Good Works of others 
If not in his own. 



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THE PUBLISHER 




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' though I should pour 

A sea of wine^ 
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I . thirst for more. 





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TJERE'S to the Dove of Peace! 
May she find a mate some dc 
And may her tribe i?icrease 
As fast as she can lay ! 




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Until the Dogs of War 
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HERE'S /^ the Clock! 
Whose hands ^ we pray heaven^ 
When we come home at three, 
Have stopped at eleven! 




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Here's to Hope^ 

the child of Care^ 
And pretty sister 

of Despair ! 
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Hope s children shan t 
Take afer 

their Grandma 
or Aunt ! 







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To Liberty 




Here's ^o our Goddess^ Liberty, 
Idol of bronze and stone! 

May she awake to life some day 
And let her char??is be known. 






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^ Stairs 

A TOAST 

Here's to the man who 
invented stairs 
And taught our feet 
to soar! 
He was the first who 
ever hurst 
Into a second fioor. 

The world would he 
downstairs to-day 
Had he not found 
the key ; 
So let his name go 
down to famey 
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Our Lady Nicotine 



Here's to Lady Nicotine! 
Saint and Sorceress 

and ^een ! 
Saint ^ whose purple 

halo riyigs 
Lift our eyes from 

earthly things; 
JVitch, whose wand of 

scented briar 
Transmutes dead weeds 

to fragrant fire ; 
^een, whose rod her slaves adore ! 
What can freedom ojfer 7nore? 



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OH, EDITOR, EDITOR, 
Awful and grand, 
Who holdest our fate 

In the palm of thy hand. 
Dost ever reflect 

How one day thy ghost 
To an Editor awfler 

And grander will post ? 
Before him a great 

Golden scroll is spread wide, 
And a bottomless waste-basket 

Tawns at his side. 
With a sivift searching glance 

He reads through thy soul. 
Then he looks at the basket , 

Then looks at the scroll; 
He purses his lips 

And nibbles his pen. 
And frowns for one long 

Awful moment — and then — 
Oh, Editor ! — think I if thy 

Poor crumpled soul 
Fall into the basket 

And not in the scroll! 



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T" h e Creditor 

Here's to the Creditor, 

Long may he reign! 
May his Faith never waver, 

His Trust never wane. 
May the Lord make him gentle 

And gracious and gay, 
Yet quick to resent 

The least offer of pay : 
May he soften his heart 

As he softened, we're told. 
To the Israelite's * touch,' 

The Egyptian of old; 
And when on his last 

Long account he shall look, 
The angel will say 

As he closes the book: 
"The Lord gives you Credit 

For Credit you gave 






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A HEALTH to King Neptune, 

The boss of the wave! 
Who sits on the Ocean 

And makes it behave. 
Come Jill up your bu?npers 

And take a long pull! 
When he's calm he's not dry — 

When he rolls, he s not full. 

r Whether sober or rough. 
He's always a sport. 
And we'll never stop toasting hi?n 

Till we're in port. 
A jolly old salt. 

Though he smile or he frown. 
So here's to King Neptune! 
Fill up! Drink her down! 




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VITE Y^^V^Y. your health, O Waiter! 

' ^ And may you be preserved 
From old age, gout , or sudden death! — 
At least till supper s served. 





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Here's to 

temptation ! 
Give us strength 

and grace 
Against her 

witching smiley 
To set our face! 



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Here's to the maid 
with Fancy Free; 
If Cupid' s 
necromancy 
Imprison not 
her hearty maybe^ 
It will arrest 
her Fancy. 




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To our Sweethearts 

and Wives^ 
The joy of our 

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May our Wives be 

our Sweethearts— 
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Here's to our Readers, Health! 
good Looks! 
And Joy ^id infinitum 
And may they live to read 
our Books 
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